I like...people who make me laugh, gilmore girls, nigella lawson, directors, dogs, comfortable friendships, being around my mom, reading, jim and dwight, dance in most forms, cracking my toes, gmail, jenny and jeff's bbq, ginger ale, tattoos, jeanne's SAT score, oyster bars, dave chappelle and petite guys. brewco, of course. steve nash. raging waters.

wood nymphs.

I dislike...picky eaters, parallel parking, jiro the sushi man, bullshit, hummers, people who drive hummers, ucla email, bras, coffee, littering. and Nip/Tuck. yellow fever. miscommunication. people who pat my head.

bane of my existence

do you know what would be fan-freakin-tastic?!

if i could stop getting bites.
what the fuck is wrong with me that i always get bitten but everyone who shares my surroundings don't. i can't comprehend it.

i wash my sheets every other day. cassie and mable can testify. shower twice a day sometimes more if i am bored. started taking vitamin b in hopes that i can make my blood taste bad. sleep with a night light so that the motherfuckers will drown in the soapy water i've set for them. bomb my room. cover my body head to toe in bug repellent when i sleep.

what more can i do.

can't fucking deal with it anymore. and now my legs are permanently fucked up with scars.

p.s. i am freakin sensitive about this issue. one comment about how my personal hygiene is at fault for my bites, i'll stop talking to you.

other than the current jobless situation, losing my diamond bar oasis and my superb taste in guys. whine whine.
things are grand.

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these..are..NOT..my shoes.

too funny not to dedicate a post to it.

HAHAHAHAHA.

i love you J. P.